A frame within a frame.A mid-summer portrait.A familiar face. A nod of the head. A warm hello.

Always - I've loved horses.

Many of my childhood summer memories include time spent in their stables.Riding them.Grooming them.Simply sitting and being with them.

Basking in their sweet smells.

I was often teased about this love.Perhaps I'd rather live in a barn than in the house that I did?Perhaps I'd rather sleep in a pile of hay instead of the bed that I had? Perhaps I'd prefer their company than those with whom I lived?

In truth - I'm finding it hard to return to who I was.Before I was Nana. Before I was Mom. Before I was all the things that now define me.

A frame within a frame.Life's stories captured and held.For only one moment.

When I turned around.She'd walked away....leaving only an empty space.